Re: The not-woods
"You have more Robins than you can fit in Wayne Manor, Hel. Back home, there was just Dick. Here there's like a bajillion of them, and they have friends in other doors or whatevs. They have you. This isn't my world to save," she insisted, but she was losing steam, and it was obvious that she was losing steam. It wasn't a physical exhaustion, because Kara never got tired. No, it was something different and deeper, and she totes didn't like it. Even when the world was ending back home, she'd never really gotten it. Maybe it was all those years in a pod, but even training had seemed like a game then. Now nothing felt like a game anything. Even the past five years had, kinda, in a weird way.
"Who you wanted when you came here doesn't matter, Hel. You love these peeps, and they love you." She walked forward, and she cupped her BFF's cheeks. "It's cool, Hel."
She looked over her friend's shoulder at the woods, and she pulled Hel further away from it. She didn't want to see a place without Hel, because she knew it would totes be the same. She'd be home, again, where she belonged. Hel's dad would never have created whatever sent them here or whatevs, and the war would have still gone down.
"It's cool," she just repeated, letting go of her BFF's cheeks and taking a step back. "Go back where it's warm." Which was totes a sign that she was bailing.